The Plan for today was to get up early, get the second series of shots I need before heading to Asia, run some errands and then head to my six o'clock class. But I had ten hours of missing sleep to make up for from the previous night, plus the required eight hours of sleeping per night, which lead me to sleep a mere 12 hours (note: six hours short of what I needed). This meant I woke up shortly after noon.
The shots place was out of the question by the time I had spent two more hours wandering around my house, cleaning and eating granola, so by 14.00 when Beccarah called, I felt that her idea of getting a coffee sounding dandy. With a 14.30 meet-up set in place, I headed out the door.
I was home-free until 18.00, when I had class. But we got to talking, and then to bookshopping, and then she told me that she had some Italian chocolate at home....
So I didn't go to class and instead I sat drinking/eating Italian hot chocolate. We spent the rest of our time telling ghost stories and looking at maps of the world. We learned about life expectancy, literacy, and GNPs. So I don't feel the evening was entirely lost, educationally, either.
All I had to do after that wild party was sit down and study Arabic for three hours. But somehow we talked straight through to 11.00 pm, and lo and behold, here we are, midnight-thirty and I haven't cracked a book. And now I'm going to bed. I still have six hours worth of catch-up time left, and I have an eight o'clock class tomorrow morning. Tomorrow should prove to be interesting.